20 March 2009

for sunday scribblings, "where do YOU come from"*this seemed appropriate this week, so for my nan, may god watch over and keep her*

those who came before hershe comes from the strength of themthat group of sturdy womenlong lives and long memorieshappiness and sadnessshe longs to be like her nanremembering the goodnot the badmaking a smileor a slymischievous grina wink nimble hands up through her 101st yearshe moves to a faster beat nowin the light watching over all of us

07 March 2009

he regarded her aloofness. her manner had changed and he was unable to pin-point what it was that was new. she looked the same. she smelled the same, probably better even. but she was distant and pushed away from him, as though protected by a bubble of safety. she flashed green eyes at him and he smiled. her guard dropped that quickly, for just a moment, only to return when she saw his smile. suddenly he realised it, a light bulb moment as his son would say. "she doesn't trust you idiot, you haven't proved yourself to her yet," he thought.